Novel & Cerita Cassandra Peterson Books

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

He slammed the book shut and pushed his hands through his hair. “Everything alright?” Rowan looked up, his stern expression relaxed as he noticed her presence. “Princess…I’m trying to read.” He picked up the book again, flipping through the pages. Kara slowly reached forward, taking hold of the book and flipping it the right way for him to read. “Oh.” “Something on your mind?” “Someone tried to have Grace kidnapped for extortion, or killed. I’m searching for the alibis of people who had the means to pull off something like that, and who could still be holding a strong grudge.”

she muttered all through the way. ****** Lisa pulled over right in front of the hospital, she ran in like a rabid dog and made her way down to the reception. "Please l am here to see Mr Alex Peterson," she told the receptionist. "Your name please?" The receptionist asked. "Lisa Peterson, I am his wife."

The aftermath of the exposé was a whirlwind. Brianna became a symbol of resilience, a voice for the voiceless. She was inundated with interview requests, speaking engagements, and offers to write a book about her experiences. Sarah Chen, ever the savvy strategist, carefully managed the flood, ensuring Brianna was protected from exploitation and that her message remained clear and consistent.

Isabelle scowled at her husband's comment and said nothing more as she noticed many reporters approaching them for interviews. They had to push past several reporters, ignoring the many who started asking confusing and complicated questions. Upon entering, they saw that the room was already filled with people, mostly gossip lovers and reporters. Following the Petersons were the Andersons, catching everyone’s attention. People began pointing and whispering about the latter. “This is embarrassing,” Cassandra whispered, noticing some of her so-called friends were present, seemingly mocking her. Cassandra was infuriated. “As soon as I see Deborah, I swear I’ll hit her. I faced the worst humiliat

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Cassandra knows loving him is wrong. He’s older. Forbidden. Her mother’s husband. She was hired to take care of him. She never expected to crave him. George’s touch ruins her innocence, his kiss burns through her rules— and right when Cassandra finally gives in, a single threat from her mother returns to tear everything apart.

She put the journal on the tray and while staring at the ceiling she imagined how much her mother would have loved the irony the very diary that remained post-mortem had, in a way through her daughter, become the lead-up to the capture of her murderer. She imagined before the wind up: Surely, I will finish this for you. I only need a little more time. Cassandra showed up the third day. She came with a cup of coffee from the place on Madison without any introductory or social niceties, a direct way of handling most things - called The Cassandra way, actually. She took the visitor's seat. And by now she had stopped hiding her real self behind a filter when looking at Aria. "How bad?" "Hand. Si

Cassandra leaned closer to the peephole, her lips forming silent words. I couldn’t hear her, but I could read them. Miss me? I didn’t open the door right away. My hand hovered over the knob, heart pounding so loud it drowned out every other sound. “Liv,” Maya whispered behind me, “don’t you dare......” But I did. The door creaked open just a few inches. Cassandra’s perfume hit first—expensive, deliberate, poisonous. She stood there with a take-out cup in her hand like she’d dropped by for coffee.